As the days go by, and my extended medical leave extends, I feel bored. I'm well enough to do things but not as well as I used to. TV and movies only take me so far. Reading The New Yorker? Same -- the articles could use editing.
Time is like before -- I can still hear the clock ticking at certain moments.
Why?
It is a sunny day and I am alone.
Earlier, a physical therapist named Nelson came by and we walked to the far end of this block.
Nelson's wife died ten years ago of a heart attack. He said he doesn't want to remarry.
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